Being six seemed to be like coming out of the fog of infancy. I really started to notice the world happening around me.
I started to pay more attention to the patterns of the day, and how my family reacted to things around them. Sunshine and birdsong were beautiful, and holding Poppy’s hand as we went downtown on the bus (me to school, him to work) made me feel special every day.
There was a bit of a sense of the past, a lot of muddling through the present. Colouring and drawing were still my primary means of self-expression.